I was gang raped by six University of Kansas football players in November 1998. When I was leaving my friend’s apartment on the sixth floor, I exited the elevator, and there was D, from Austin, TX. D was someone I

Thank you for this invitation to share my story. I have been so ripped apart by the Kavanaugh “inquiry” and so grateful for Christine Blasey Ford’s bravery to bear the virulent assaults she predicted in sharing her story of his

I was put up for adoption at birth and was adopted at the age of six months by a church-going couple who had adopted a boy three years earlier. Apparently the state thought things were safe in this household, but

“Perfect hindsight” is the best discription I can offer at 65 yo about past sexual abuse, assault & mental oppression suffered at the whim of men who apparently target girls, women that carry a lifelong supressed psycological humiliation even if

What happened! {I changed all the names.} Friday night, no plans, quite night. I get a text from my friend, Hannah. “Come out to the bar tonight!” I get super excited. I reply yes in a matter of seconds. Next

I don’t know where to begin…Have you ever remembered something from years ago, but your memories are fractured, like a movie with deleted scenes? That’s how it is for me. Serving in the military was always a dream for me,

Fair warning this story lasts 19yrs before the surviving portion starts. I know some people say you don’t remember lots of your younger years well I’m 25 now and I can remember being 3 years old. my mother was married

My current husband and I met when he was still married. Although we never had a sexual relationship, hindsight is 20/20 and there was validity to his wife gut instinct. When his wife found out we were friends and was

Four years ago: I was new in town and looking for friends. I was in a long-distance relationship with my best friend. I had lost 20 lbs due to extreme anxiety, in less than a month. I worked three restaurant

This is a story that will forever haunt me every time I look back on it… Telling people was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. My current girlfriend, who knows about it, suggested that I posted about it

It was a sunny April Friday afternoon, 1981when I came home from school, up until this point in my life I wasn’t very knowledgeable about life regarding sex, and or even my body, I just didn’t. Anyway at 13, I

It has now been almost a year since it happened. As the year mark creeps closer, the memories of that night and the following day flood my mind. I don’t even know what happened. Some would say it’s my own

My parents divorced when I was probably about 6 years old, and my brother, Bryan, and I were stuck with my mother. I would learn several years later in life that our father did try to get custody multiple times,

I was about 5 years old when I noticed my brothers behavior changed and sometimes he would even scare me I remember him touching me inappropriately but I couldn’t tell my mom I knew she wouldn’t belive me I remember

#MeToo: The TRUTH, unedited, for the first time. It started as such an innocuous hashtag, something I saw on social media and thought, “Wow, that’s cool.” But here I am, days, months, and now a year after I first dove

Please answer the phone. Please answer the phone. Please answer the fucking phone. Dead tone. Beep beep beep. Those beeps became such a feeble connection to the regular world, such wholesome little beeps, like the excitement of watching a truck

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